Hot Moms Holiday Pt. 03

At the massage hut on the boardwalk, Lindsey rose and fell on Scott’s cock, aflame with a mad, heedless lust that an hour ago had existed for her only in memories of her youth. She rode him at a steady rhythm, her small hands planted on his broad chest for balance. Sweat rolled down her face and shoulders, dripping off of her bouncing breasts to splash across his face and open mouth.

“That’s the way, Mrs. Carroll. Give yourself entirely to it. Up…down…slowly…” Moira Gibson encouraged her in the soothing, chanting cadence of a trainer or yoga instructor. The brunette sat on the deck in a half-lotus posture, watching Lindsey and Scot while playing with her pussy. “He’s quite a good fuck, don’t you agree?”

“Uh…uh huh,” Lindsey sighed, lost in the swirl of her desire and confusion. What was happening to her on this exotic and perverse island so far from the humdrum world she knew? How had she come to this, fucking a strange young man in public while his mother looked on and encouraged them with lewd fascination?

Lindsey only knew that after being deprived for so long, she couldn’t get enough of this mammoth cock ramming into her needy pussy.

“He’s good because he’s not just some random selfish stud. He’s a giver by nature. And of course I’ve coached him well as a lover.”

“He’s…your…son.”

“Yes, he is. That is what makes it so perfect. There’s no aphrodisiac like the lure of what’s most forbidden. Is there?”

Lindsey was so consumed by the ecstasy of Scott’s wonderfully huge cock stretching her cunt channel to the limit that she could hardly think. But seeing this mature beauty unashamedly fucking her handsome young son in public had unlocked something wild in her, something that had unconsciously led her to this moment. And the discovery that Moira and Scott were mother and son sparked even darker, more lurid cravings in her lust-possessed soul. Spasms of pleasure exploded in her depths, radiating outward through every cell of her body as his cock-head massaged her shuddering pussy walls with each stroke.

All the while, Scott bucked beneath her like a spurred stallion, eyes shut and strangely serene. He took long, controlled breaths like a champion swimmer doing laps. Lindsey looked questioningly at Moira.

“Conditioning. As I said, I’ve coached him well. He can go on for hours this way if you like,” Moira boasted. “He’ll cum when you tell him to, and not before.” She walked over and stood beside the table, tweaking one of Scott’s nipples and gazing at him proudly. Leaning close to Lindsey she whispered, “I started with him on his eighteenth birthday. We didn’t leave my bedroom for two days.”

“What about–”

“His father?” Moira sniffed. “Harry was a lazy punter with a belly out to here and a dick that wouldn’t stay hard long enough to stick it in me. I rid myself of him years ago. I’ve made my way on my own since then. I decided that men aren’t really of much use except for one thing, and I’d have that on my terms.

“When Scott pleases me I reward him with a good long throating or jack him off while rimming his ass. I’m always on the lookout for new playmates, women who can stimulate and teach him new things while enjoying his extraordinary gifts. Simple, really, and he’s become an ideal stud. He stays hard and ready for me, powerful but easily managed.”

As startling as it was to hear Moira so frankly describe her son in such terms right in front of him, it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. If anything, his mother’s words spurred him on to even greater efforts. Lindsey clamped her knees more tightly against his sides, barely holding on as he fucked harder and faster into her cunt. She stopped moving up and down on her own and simply rode the wave of his undulating hips.

Moira straddled her son’s knees behind Lindsey, reaching around from behind to cup her huge tits, fingering and pinching her fat nipples. Lindsey climaxed with a loud moan. Before her tremors completely faded she felt the spasms of a second orgasm well up in her, and then a third. Her climaxes ran together, surging into a single endless tidal wave of ecstasy. She screamed until she was hoarse.

“Now, Scott,” Moira said. “It’s time.” Her son groaned loudly, the first sound he’d made in twenty minutes other than the rasp of his breath. His immense cock throbbed and jerked inside her and she felt the blossoming heat of his jism spurting into her womb.

Moira patted his flank approvingly, as she might a big pet dog. “Fill her up. Pump her so full that your sweet jism squeezes out and runs down her thighs.”

When Scott was finally spent, an exhausted Lindsey hugged him close. She wanted nothing more than to rest in his arms. It was not to be. Moira had other ideas. “Mrs. Carroll, would you object greatly to having your pussy eaten by a woman?”

The look in the brunette’s eyes had Lindsey creaming again. Scott stood up and she hurriedly rolled over and stretched out on the table. Spreading her thighs as wide as she could, she held her cunt lips apart with her index fingers. Her well-fucked slit gaped open, jism and pussy juice seeping out to run down over the globes of her ass.

Moira licked her lips in anticipation. “I enjoy nothing more than drinking my son’s cum, you see, whether shooting from his cock or out of another woman’s cunt.”

She climbed onto Lindsey and gave her a long French kiss before sucking and nibbling on her tits, then continued onward to the prize between her legs. Moira paused to tease Lindsey’s clit, flicking it from side to side with her tongue. Lindsey moaned and wiggled her hips invitingly.

“Lick my pussy, Moira. Run your tongue all around the lips and then suck out your son’s semen.” Lindsey barely recognized the husky, seductive voice as her own. Only an hour ago she’d have blushed scarlet to hear such words, much less have uttered them herself. The not-so-solid bedrock of her beliefs and values had given way beneath her, and she had no idea how far she had yet to fall. It both thrilled and frightened her at the same time.

“Mmm…” Moira moaned, inhaling the fragrance of Scott’s cum pooling in Lindsey’s cunt. She carefully ran her tongue over Lindsey’s soft mound, up the crevices of her thighs, extending it underneath all the way to dab at her asshole in her quest to collect every precious drop of the white goo. Then she dragged the flat of her tongue upward and probed into the hot little entrance that her son had so recently penetrated.

She licked a big wad of her son’s jism out of Lindsey’s pussy and rolled it around in her mouth, looking like a connoisseur savoring the bouquet and flavor of a rare vintage before swallowing it down with a contented smile. But Lindsey was quite sure that drinking Scott’s cum was not a rare event for his mother. No doubt she dined daily on his dick juice.

Scott’s cock twitched and jerked and hardened again as he drank in the sight of his mother making a meal of the load he’d just blown in Lindsey’s pussy. His shaft gleamed wetly in the sunlight, smeared with his jism and her cream.

Lindsey crooked a finger at him. “Bring it here, baby. Let me clean that up for you.” There was no reason that Moira should be the only woman enjoying an afternoon’s snack of semen, after all. Lindsey’s lips slid easily over the soft, resilient glans of his prick, which continued swelling rapidly inside her mouth as she circled it with her tongue to catch every drop.

She found herself wondering what her son Matt’s cum might taste like. She was so excited by the combination of Moira’s expert tonguing and the heady sensation of sucking Scott’s cock that it didn’t occur to her how peculiar her curiosity was. If any such idea had entered her head before today she would have pushed it away in instant horror. But once it had entered her mind an erotic tension sparked through her that made the fantasy of sucking her son’s cock irresistible.

That’s all it was, an idle fantasy. Where was the harm in that? Especially as she was already indulging in an illicit incestuous threesome. And so with Moira’s tongue diving deep into her pussy and the tingling of another orgasm beginning inside her, Lindsey let her horny imagination run free. Without being fully aware of it she’d moved to the next stage of her sexual liberation.

Scott leaned on the edge of the table, shifting his hips to follow Lindsey’s lips as she moved forward and back on his growing erection. She wanted him to cum in her mouth this time, but not yet. She loved sucking his cock too much, after going so long without. Moira’s lips were soft against the tender flesh of her pussy mound, tongue probing further into that slippery sex channel in pursuit of the last remaining drops of succulent jism.

The tingling pleasure rippling through Lindsey’s loins grew more intense. She touched her clit lightly to feed the sensation, but Moira took her hand and moved it away. “Allow me,” she mumbled. She licked Lindsey’s G-spot one, two, three times, setting off fireworks behind the blonde’s eyes. Lindsey’s limbs went stiff and her back arched like she’d been hit by lightning. Cascading waves of pure bliss thundered through her.

She collapsed on the massage table, completely limp. Scott’s cock slipped out of her gaping mouth.

“Get over here. Mother needs you!” Lindsey’s eyes flew open at the urgency in Moira’s voice as the brunette dragged her son onto the second massage table. She scrambled on top of him and turned around to face away from him, rising up on the balls of her feet and positioning herself above his huge, hard prick. “You know what I want!”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Scott held his cock steady with one hand, aiming it up between his mother’s flexing thighs.

Lindsey almost cried out in frustration at losing her chance to suck him off and drink his jism, but she recognized that the feeling was selfish. Scott’s mother had given her such pleasure, with such skill and patience, that it was only fair that Moira have her turn.

More than that, Lindsey wanted to witness this. She wanted to see a woman fucking her son. Holding her breath, she waited as Moira lowered herself onto Scott’s cock.